A farm regulated to production of raw commodities is not a farm at all. It is a temporary blip until the land is used up, the water polluted, the neighbors nauseated, and the air unbreathable. The farmhouse, the concrete, the machinery, and outbuildings become relics of a bygone vibrancy when another family farm moves to the city financial centers for relief.

Our animals don't do drugs. Instead, we move them almost daily in a tightly choreographed ballet from pasture spot to pasture spot.

I think it's one of the most important battles for consumers to fight: the right to know what's in their food, and how it was grown.

While vegans and meat-eaters disagree, we can all be united in our fear and hatred for the horror that is factory farming.

We don't need a law against McDonald's or a law against slaughterhouse abuse - we ask for too much salvation by legislation. All we need to do is empower individuals with the right philosophy and the right information to opt out en masse.

If a job is worth doing, it's worth doing poorly first.

You can't chemical your way out of soil infertility